The Grip of the Dark Side

The Grip of the Dark Side


The sounds of war were close. He could smell the blood of the dead and wounded as you could smell a fragrant flower. ARC trooper 649 "Frag" moved behind a fuel tank as to see the droids that were killing his brethren in great numbers. He saw the droid sniper barly through the haze of smoke and fire. Frag thought "If only General Kenobi had given us a better battlefield to fight the Sep's on but, I guess he had no chioce where we fought Grievous." He shook his head, No, he should not dwell on ifs, he should stay focused on the battle at hand. He rushed to cover of a indent in the wall. "If only I could find a tank" he thought wistfully. He dodged to the right and he shot the sniper off it's perch, while sprinting towards a tank as it came out from behind a pillar. He smiled. He ran toward it and leaped onto it evan as it fired toward a group of driods. Under normal circumstances that plan was foolish but, this was no normal situation. This was a battlefield. He lifted the hatch up and dropped in. " ARC trooper 649, I am taking control of this vehicle as I am the ranking officer."Frag said in a matter of three seconds. "Yes sir!" the driver replied.
"What are your orders sir?" the driver reqeusted. Frag thought for a moment and then said "Head back to the commander.